The roar of a hound was heard in my ears.

Oldman lay on his stomach in the snow, clutching a handful of snow into his mouth to shield him from the heat coming out of his mouth, huddled behind the hard, cold bushes, his bowstring broken, and only a dagger left at his waist. He gestured to his companion, who looked up, glanced into the distance, and then lay down again, turning his head to look at him with a grim face.

"It's the Soros family's guard!!"

"I knew they were coming."

Hearing his companion's answer, a wry smile appeared on Oldman's face, and the others were the same, of course they knew why the other party had returned. Just a few days earlier, they had killed a Thoros nobleman who was about to lead his troops to plunder the villages and towns in the border region, and upon receiving the news, Oldman ambushed him and his companions on the road, and then killed him and the guards while they were not looking. Perhaps the noble lord didn't expect that in this remote place, someone would dare to attack a nobleman.

However, they also knew that this would definitely attract the Soros family's private soldiers, but they didn't care, because that's what they were for. They're going to kill these guys and then plunder everything they have.

It's as if they did it to themselves.

Thinking of this, Oldman clenched the axe in his hand hard. He still remembered what had happened in the village he was supposed to be guarding that day, when the nobles' private soldiers ruthlessly plundered their villages and towns, and they broke into other people's homes like bandits, taking everything they could. Especially food. Those who tried to stop them were killed by a sword, and even Oldman's sister was tortured to death after being taken away by them. And when Oldman saw his sister in the warehouse, it was swollen and bloody. As soon as his eyes were wide open, he had already decided that he must make these nobles pay for their cruelty.

Of course, he knew how dangerous it was to fight against the nobles, let alone kill a nobleman, which had literally driven them to a dead end, but they didn't care, tooth for tooth, blood for blood. The nobles let their families die, and they also let the nobles know. Not everyone can afford to suffer their tyranny in silence!

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer, and the sound of the soldiers could be heard in the wind, cursing the damn damn weather, completely unaware of the imminent threat.

Now is the time!

Oldman roared and rushed out of the bushes, and in front of him, a private soldier on a tall horse was staring at the snowman emerging from the snow with wide eyes, perhaps completely unaware of what was happening. And Oldman obviously won't give him time to figure it out, only to see him shout. The axe in his hand slashed horizontally at the horse's leg, and immediately cut off the front hooves of the horse's horse, and then the horse neighed and fell to the ground. Then Oldman rushed forward. An axe slashed at the face of the cavalryman who had fallen to the ground, and all that was heard was a scream, and blood splattered. The cavalryman trembled a few times, and then stopped moving.

And at the moment. The others had also gotten up from the snow, and they pulled down the soldiers on their horses. Then he stabbed them to death with a sword. However, these aristocratic private soldiers were not easy to mess with, and they quickly reacted, brandishing their weapons and fighting with everyone.

"Huh......... Hah........."

Oldman gasped for breath, and when he turned his head to look around, there was a chaotic battle scene everywhere he could see, and these private soldiers were clearly no match for them. It is no wonder that although Oldman and they are only civilians, there are many agile hunters and former garrison soldiers among these people, who have to leave their homeland because of the tyranny of the nobles, and it is Oldman who has gathered them together and condensed them into a fighting force. The brutal mountains and wilderness have tempered their will, and they are more ruthless and resolute than these pampered private soldiers.

But.........

Looking at the surrounding battles, Oldman was a little distracted.

What's the point of all this? They can take out one team of privates, two teams or even more, but these are just minor troubles for the nobles, and they may be able to make them lose face, but that's all. But what else can they do?

"Boom!!"

At this moment, suddenly, an explosion sounded, interrupting Oldman's thoughts, and he instinctively looked back at the place where the sound came from, only to see the snow burst not far away, and a thunderbolt shone down and hit the crowd hard. Soon I saw several of my companions screaming and flying backwards, looking at the black smoke on their bodies, it was obvious that these people were no longer breathing.

This is...............

"Mage !!"

A terrible scream came, making Oldman feel the hairs on his back stand up, he stared wide-eyed into the distance, only to see there, a black-robed mage was raising his hands high under the protection of a team of soldiers, the brilliance of magic condensed in his hands, exploded, and then, Oldman saw dozens of dazzling magic light bullets whistling through the air and flying towards them, and the next moment he felt his body being hit, It was as if he had been hit by a rock thrown by a giant of the hill, and the force of the impact immediately sent Oldman's body flying, and he rolled in the air several times before falling to the ground. If it weren't for the heavy snow slowing down the impact, his neck might have been broken.

"Damn!!"

Enduring the burning pain on his body, Oldman wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and then rolled and got up, he had no idea that there would be a mage among these people! This was a target they couldn't deal with, even if it was just a low-level mage......... Maybe we should retreat!

Thinking of this, Oldman looked around, but he was desperate to find that at this moment his companions were almost all knocked to the ground by the previous magic, they screamed, ** lying on the ground. There are even those who have lost their combat effectiveness. And the private soldiers were smiling at the moment, killing everyone who tried to resist along the way.

Is this the end of it?

See this scene. Oldman gritted his teeth in despair, he could already hear the mage's chanting. Obviously, the other side is trying to wipe them all out -- and they have absolutely no means to resist. He could well imagine what would happen next, as their bodies would be dragged out for parade and then hung on the city walls as a warning to others who tried to resist. Then they were surrounded by vultures and eaten up, until in the end only a scattered skeleton remained.

Could this be how they ended up?!

The magic had taken shape in the hands of the mages, and the privates had stopped. Oldman couldn't tell what kind of magic it was, but he could sense that it must be powerful enough to kill them all. But he couldn't do anything but watch as the magic condensed and then released.........

And at this moment, a dazzling beam of light flashed in front of Oldman's face, hitting the mage impartially. The mage screamed in an instant, and the magical energy in his hand quickly shattered. Immediately after, I saw the mage's body rise suddenly, and the next moment, a circle of exploding flames suddenly erupted from it. Whistling and sweeping away. Reduced all the soldiers around him to ashes.

In just an instant, the heat and scorching flames engulfed the noble private soldiers, and they were enveloped in flames. Screaming, writhing and struggling to survive. But soon. Their screams stopped, and they were reduced to ashes in the flames. Completely gone.

"This, this is ..............."

Oldman watched in amazement, completely unaware of what was happening, and it wasn't until a moment later that he turned his head and looked around, the white snow as always. And his companions, at this time, also got up in shock one by one and looked around. But they couldn't see anything, the only thing they could see was the white snowfield and the charred corpses in the snow.

"What the hell is going on?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, while others shook their heads, apparently not knowing what was going on.

"Could it be that the mage's spell went wrong?"

"No, someone saved us."

Oldman shook his head at the words of his companion, he clearly remembered that he had seen a beam of light hit the mage before he became what he was now. Obviously, the other party is here to save them, so who is it? Thinking of this, Oldman couldn't help but turn his head to look at the forest in the distance, and soon, he saw a slender figure shrouded in robes walking out of there, and then saluted them.

"Hello, warriors of the snowfield."

"Who are you?"

The other person's voice sounded like a woman, which made the people who were still a little wary relax slightly, and then Oldman took a half step forward and asked.

"Did you save us just now?"

"To be exact, we saved you."

The girl chuckled in response to Oldman's inquiry, then waved her hand, and soon several more figures appeared in the woods. Some wore armor, others wore leather armor, and each one was wrapped in a robe, making it impossible to see the true face.

"Thank you very much for your help."

Although these people looked a little suspicious, Oldman bowed respectfully. In any case, they were originally just a group of civilians, but now they have become rebels, and it is good luck to be rescued.

"You're welcome, sir."

Hearing Oldman's words, the girl let out a string of silver bell-like laughter.

"And we're not here to help you for free, are we?"

"So ........."

Hearing the girl's answer, Oldman couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but quickly calmed down. He had already guessed that it was absolutely impossible for the other party to help him for free, you must know that they are now a rebel army, this is still a good statement, to say that it is not good, they are a group of bandits, anyone who helps them has to take a great risk, so why should these people in front of them help themselves?

"Simple, sir."

Hearing Oldman's words, the girl chuckled.

"We just want to negotiate a deal with you." (To be continued......)